(“Hurray!” fat Horace quoth),
“—And when we seek the country air
I’m sure we’ll find adventures there.”
And Pen proved quite a prophetess
For, shortly after that,
They met a lovely—well, what?—guess!
What dream of perfect loveliness
D’you think I’m hinting at?
Well, if your Dad is pleased with you,
Perhaps he’ll buy you that book[A] too.